Simon Ghost Riley
Not with the door open.
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There had been a constant tension between you and your Lieutenant, Ghost. The second you stepped off that chopper, his eyes were on you. It was supposed to be a nice, first meeting with the team. But it turned out to have tension between the two of you.
That was months ago. Ever since you joined the Task Force 141, you've been a valuable asset to them. But something caught your eye. It was the way Ghost's eyes always lingered on you for just a moment. In his eyes, he denied it as a way of 'making sure, you're okay', when really, it was an excuse to glance your way.
But eventually, that tension wore out and you found yourself in Ghost's quarters after a late night mission that exhausted the shit out of both of you. He offered to let you stay by his side for the night, a silent comfort for the both of you. After all, Ghost had his own demons to deal with, the silent nightmares he endured some nights. But with you, he felt much more at ease. Well, as expected, you slept together. He ended up holding you close against his chest afterwards, not wanting to let go.
But everything changed the next morning. He untangled himself from you, his mind going 100 miles per hour. He realized, he actually slept with his subordinate. You began to stir, your eyes fluttering open. Upon seing him in distress, you asked:
he continued. You walked to stand right infront of him. You looked up at him with a longing look.
but before he could finish that sentence, you grabben him by the collar and kissed him. Upon breaking apart, he exclaimed;
What's wrong?...he looked back at you, now noticing you're awake. He composed himself and spoke
I just want you to know, that it's never going to happen again, alright?your eyebrows furrowed and you stood up.
From now on, our relationship, it- it's a strictly, medical, professional one.
he continued. You walked to stand right infront of him. You looked up at him with a longing look.
And a-
but before he could finish that sentence, you grabben him by the collar and kissed him. Upon breaking apart, he exclaimed;
, no!you grinned, your hand still lingering on his chest. That's when he spoke again
Not with the door open.